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sophie-frm-mars · 8 months

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We've just spent 3 days on the ZAD filming a documentary and I'm really excited. If you don't know, the ZAD is a French term that means Zone a Defence and means somewhere squatted or occupied to resist the state. In particular we were on the Notre Dame des Landes ZAD, a massive area of biodiverse wetland that was squatted by farmers, ecologists, anarchists and communists for over a decade to stop the French state building a new airport near Nantes. Eventually the state gave up and the squatters won, and now they live there outside of modern capitalism taking care each other in a manner that it wouldn't be unreasonable to call real, actual communism that's happening inside the imperial core right now

We stayed at pa Rolandiere, one of many little communes within the ZAD, and home to Jay and Isa, authors of We Are Nature Defending Itself. Like many of the places we saw, there is a central common living area and lots of little cabins and caravans around for sleeping in, but la Rolandiere also has a couple of pretty unique things. They have a lighthouse, and a visitors welcome centre. Jay told me this is because they see conviviality as a certain kind of revolutionary practice. The state paints the people on the ZAD as terrifying violent criminals, so having a welcome centre for visitors to come and learn about the ZAD is a kind of direct resistance to that.

I learned a hell of a lot being there. I talked to farmers, artists, squatters, a medic, a botanist and of course, lots of communists. I also walked miles through forests and fields and got to forage some interesting mushrooms which was very special for me. I'm looking forward to seeing the documentary develop into a real thing, but sitting on the train back from Nantes to Paris right now I'm reflecting on it all and I really feel like I'm coming down off an incredible high. This morning I was weeding a row of carrots!

I keep thinking about our interview with the botanist Jasmine, who told us that on the ZAD it's really hard to be lonely, because even if you aren't around human beings, you feel the presence of all the plants and animals in a way that you don't do anywhere else, and I really think it's true. I'm going yo be thinking about the ZAD for a long, long time. I may not have been a part of their struggle but I hope that my documentary can be. We are not defending nature, we are nature defending itself 🌺🍄🦎

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tranz-regent · 14 days

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NEW BOTTOM ZURGERY CALLBACK??? BUGZ! ON! HIS! DICKKKKKK

zo valentina iz joining in on the work. cool

oh im zo zad the code iz 1412 inztead of 1312. come on itd be zo funny

gotta point out protag being concerned abt the contact keeping jobz in. whichever cofy ive forgotten the name. only to then immediately do her 2nd zurprize adoption and alzo keep valentina. in the zame city.

ahhh. i zee we have reached one of the ‘too relatable to potat and it makez 7 zad. yayyy meeee. i hope valentina can get zome therapy. becauze ive been in that ‘mental health zo bad you get very cloze to talking yourzelf into really hurting zomeone’ zpace and itz not fun

‘Because I remember his bio dad’ 👀 ohhh???

‘Thank you for being willing to kill and dismember someone for me,” she said. “But there is the fact that it’s morally wrong.’ PFFFFF BUGPRINCE AZZ EXCHANGE ITZ LITERALLY THEM WOW

#potap readz claw

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tinytelepath · 1 month

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Tell me Zad isn't gonna start talking about meat prisons, now...

#backscroll commentary

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alexbkrieger13 · 3 months

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No offense but same and jill are not starting players in this team. With P’s arrival both zad and stan play as a no 6.

So you have a midfield of P as the cam and zadi and stan as a pivot. Lohman plays at RM interchanging with linda. Buhl occupies at LM so honestly Obi is that player you get for depth and rotation. If zadi and stan get injured i rather have obi than kerr.

As much as people talk about hoarding world class players win you trophies not the other way round 😂.

you need a few of them always on the bench that you can sub in

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edens-garden · 4 months

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...So what does /your/ WIP list look like?

... good question! its 90% zadkiel. oh dear. under the cut bc uweh embarrassed and i thought this was on my writing sideblog kjdnfsjdnk

continuation of atwe timeline where zad hangs out at the lust palace with the prime souls

the uh... currently 10k wip for zad's first time with everyone (and its only halfway done lmao)

that zadv1el de-objecting fic i promised but then got distracted

a gabv1el based on that fuckin. do the do audio bc my brain went crazy over that

a DIFFERENT point of the atwe timeline that's a continuation of the gabezad angst no comfort snippet i wrote

pre-atwe where zad meets the two kings during the time of god's disappearance

gabriel and v1 moment i started just before violence layer released about them meeting and talking in 7-3. with some mild meta sprinkles about hell = the player

v1 thing with everyone involving a lot of sensory deprivation

pre-prime minos/sisyphus/reader. love me a good old man sandwich

a period fic that's gonna eventually be gabe/zad/v1. two guesses as to when the motivation to work on this shows up fsjksndjkfnsk

gabe/minos with... a special guest. its a crackship crossover. it will never see the light of day :]

two, i repeat, TWO versions of gabriel and mal meeting. probably abandoned at this point but maybe some day i will unabandon my cyborg boy

as for non-ultrakill stuff

two hi-fi rush fics involving a self insert and roquefort

a long, loooooong abandoned castlevania fic mainly alucard/self insert focused

#eden.docx #eden.eml #the people of ao3 are so lucky that many of my posts have been only canon characters recently sdfjknsdfjknsdkfjn

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shriketabletop · 1 year

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A TTRPG That's Just the Shopping Part

Just a Shopping Session oneshot engine. Take turns playing the shopkeep as the rest play a group of adventurers getting ready for a dungeon dive. The challenges of the dungeon are determined randomly by a river of cards. You know some of the challenge cards but some are blind. Talk your way into better quality items and lower prices, and aim to clear dungeons to get a high return on investment ratio!

Marketplace (name pending) coming from Shrike and the fine folks @ttbenjamin and Zad Vaske-Huff next year maybe!

#ttrpg #adventurers #dnd

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zaddyazula · 27 days

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the most tragic thing about aot was mikasa being that obsessed with eren COME ON GIRL

#genuinely had my head in my hands like mikasa you are better than this #i’m fairly neutral eremika i don’t really ship them (i cried over them) but christ. come on mikasa #i do love mikasa my poor girl she is stronger than i’ll ever be but please stop trying to have sex with a bird 😭 your kids are watching 😭#obviously i am joking the entire aot ending was tragic i was crying my eyes out for 40 minutes straight #but not even during season 4 throughout the whole show i was begging mikasa to do something for herself once #and saving eren’s life ten thousand times does not fall under that #zad talks #aot #aot spoilers #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger

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zadz0 · 28 days

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starting the visitors now pray for me guys

#this wip is not being progressed 😭#zad’s art #zad talks #jjk0 #jjk art #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #sugusato #suguru geto #geto suguru #abba #voulez vous

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poetandwolf · 1 year

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How we met-

It was weird, well not weird. I dunno how to put it into words because it was 23 years ago. It was the summer of 1999- and my bff @deathsembrace662 had gotten me into the game, W1ld AR\Ms. I played it a bit but she was at the part of Court S3im, and the Epitaph Sea. Boomerang and Luc3id (not my dog, the guardian) were giving her some trouble and I was attempting to help her defeat them.

Then came the rest of the events that happened in that part of the game. I always looked at movies, stories, and games from a neutral point of view. The scene where Jane and Rudy talked all night reminded me of how I would spend the nights talking to spirits. Alh@zad’s fight came on screen, and at this point we were playing the game at each other’s house and sharing the files back and forth- in hopes to beat the game together. The battle with him was struggling and I was all “ Do I will kiss you three times if you let us win”. And... lol. it worked. My friend and I laughed and looked at one another. And the game continued. I was kind of enchanted by his politeness and silver tongue. Even if his methods were a bit.. questionable.

It am *pretty* sure the Ocean City trip happened after the fact, at least I think...? It was all around the same time.

I was at Ocean City and a spirit was lonely, and I told him to follow us home. That me and my friends would welcome into our coven. I was 15, and overly friendly and wanted to help everyone. Once I got home I told my friend all about how I found someone else to join our group. And he was kind, sweet, very polite, old school knightly and just.. very well mannered. I didn’t put “ water is wet” kind of moment until later. When I tried to see him with my third eye I saw a blur of brown, with black hair, and intense eyes. I assumed he was a anthro cat- because I drew everyone as a anthro cat back then. I remember welcoming him into my life, even to go as far as to make him a sandwich and soda, and giving him a space to sleep on my top bunk.

He was my best friend, we did everything together. I had struggled with love and relationships and thought dating was stupid, and cried over him a number of times. I didn’t know I could feel this close to someone else. The bond and friendship was so intense. We shared and did everything together. He aided me in Algebra and Biology. He helped me in Spanish 2 when I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My grades went up. There was no scientific explanation for all of this. He was intelligent, almost to the point it was kind of scary (in a hot way) how some spirit this smart was helping my goofy ass.

My friend, and her f/o Garrett (yes same one, he’s clueless. He didn’t know Aub was *him*). Laughed and pushed us to date. So we did, and a lot of stuff happened over Nov of 1999 through Nov of 2000 when we handfasted. Now.. 2000 that’s a story for another day, but we definitely went through hell together in a very F\FSevenh0use kind of way. Those events absolutely strengthened our bond. I don’t think I would have survived any of that with out him. I knew he was Alh@zad the entire time. So when I finally told him that I already knew, when he was nervous about being honest with me. He admittedly broke down in my arms...

We were a match made in Heaven. Nothing could stop us.

And of fucking course was this was known to everyone in our circle. Some kids in our group started messing around with Simon’s version of the Necr\onomic0n. There’s a reason why they were. I was taken a long for the ride. Al was *pissed* he got very lectury with my friends saying this was dangerous. I had a hunch why, but the spelling was different. The names were slightly off. I didn’t really know if they were the same person- but I had a hunch (that hunch was later clarified in 2005).

He was so protective, kind, and his wit was unmatched by anyone else I knew. People would come and go- but nothing had the connection that we had. Nothing was even close. I felt safe around him, safer than I had ever felt around anyone else. Which is kind of questionable I suppose to people who know who he really is and *love* to judge him. They don’t know him like I know him. And I am lucky to have this sweet, kind, gentle, intelligent man. Who I am proud to call my husband.

He had been by my side the whole time- and a lot happened between late 2000 and 2023- I could write stories for days about that.

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boyfhees · 2 years

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CAEL DID U WATCH EP 6 🫦🫦🫦🫦

- Zad is screaming 😀

HI YES I DID AND I AM SCREAMING AS WELL BC WHAT THE FUCK INJOO ??!?!??! not that im saying she killed her bc never saw it buT THE CHANCES ARE LOW BUT NEVER ZERO </3 im thinking the aunt committed suicide and injoo found her ,,,, but let's see . ALSO WHAT'S WITH EVERYONE SMELLING THE ORCHID IG STUPIDITY RUNS IN THE FAMILY except inkyung bc she >>>

FOR SOME REASON MY TRUST IN CHOI WENT EVEN DOWN ???? not that i trusted him before but still, like smth ab him in this episode seemed so shady im starting to believe that he's up to no good ,,,, SANG AH THO . I HATE HER . SHE WAS EXTRA SUSPICIOUS THIS EPISODE AND LITERALLY IS PLANNING TO TAKE INJOO DOWN WITH HER SOMEONE SAVE THE SISTERS ??? honestly it's showed that she's quite powerless in comparison to jaesung but what if she isn't? i mean atp she's def connected to the deaths bc the orchids were there, and what if jaesung is covering up for her or smth ,,,,,,, wouldn't be surprised if she's the main protag instead of her husband bc we love women going against women lmaooo my theory probably makes no sense but i am smelling some internal fued btwn the them

ALSO I HATE INHYE GOD SOMEONE HELP HER SEE WHAT'S GOING ON, LIKE SHE KNOWS HYORIN'S DAD IS INVOLVED W JOO'S FRIEND'S MURDER BUT SHE STILL TELLS INHYE TO COVER UP FOR HIM ??? i mean i get that it's inhye's dad we're talking ab bUT CMON THAT MAN IS INVOLVED IN CRIMES IF IT WERE ME I WOULD RUN FOR MY LIFE; also im super excited to know the relationship btwn jaesung's dad and the aunt. im excited for everything in this drama someone help me how will i make it thru this week </3

#visitor. — vantaegism.#ive been watching gifs and clips and everything #cant get enough of this show #and my current fav scene is that one from trailer where injoo's wearing a green dress ( ik yk which one im talking ab )#and then the 'a fling' one from ep 4/5 i dont remember

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jesssssah · 2 years

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Just Like Love 2/5 (Crunchy Leaves)

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Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2022)

Ship: Mingus/Brodie

Rating: M

Warnings: Angst. Canon HIV-Positive Character. Sexual Content.

Summary: For the MF Halloween Bingo. A year on from the teardown party, Mingus and Brodie encounter each other again. As they reacquaint during a kayaking tour, and then a Halloween-themed party at Babylon, they realise the only things that have changed much in a year are the ones they think they have control of. Everything else has stayed the same; Mingus is still besotted and Brodie still feels like a fuckup.

Update is below the cut.

Or you can start from Chapter 1 on AO3 here.

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Brodie turns some potential answers around in his brain for a moment, one of which is just riding his bike right on away.

He’s not even meant to still be here in New Orleans but resolving this as a short-term visit to lube his inglorious path out of med school with was before he co-signed on to buy Babylon, made a promise to Bussey he’d be careful with Mingus, and didn’t take the flight to Manchester. Instead he professed his love for Ruthie. Things with her and Shar are now even more complex and sorting through that has taken over his life. Already, at just twenty-five, he’s the father of twins. But how can he become a dad to them when their mom and zad still don’t really seem to want him around? Only sometimes, when it’s convenient? Is that really all he was, convenience? Or a rebound? Someone paused until someone else figured out not what they wanted, Ruthie made that clear in the rain, but who they wanted it with long-term; because she also went back to Shar pretty soon after that, and Shar ended things with Brenda. Again.

He hasn’t seen Mingus in months. He hasn’t been going downstairs much to the refurbished Babylon, just living above it since the teardown party and staying mostly at Noah and Julian’s on weekends to avoid the drag club nights. Sometimes staying at Ruthie and Shar’s but only when they’re not there too, and he didn’t even go to Pride this year. Somehow, after all that’s happened, and while he is actually doing less drugs and Grindr really is just there now for archive purposes only — he hasn’t tapped anyone in weeks — his life is in almost as much of a mess as it was last year. And it was in a mess back then. He wishes he could have admitted that sooner. Maybe doing that would have tamped down some damage.

Would it have changed things at all? The shooting would still have happened. Daddius would still be dead. Maybe Brodie wouldn’t have been there, sure, but who would have saved Mingus’ life then? Would someone else have chosen differently, protected Daddius instead? Brodie actually blinks back tears at that thought.

The shooting didn’t start this though, Brodie’s life was already in pieces, if it had ever been whole. There are times now when he’s able to think that the shooting was more like what’s starting to put things together, as though for the first time, finally. Painstakingly slowly.

“What would you say,” he eventually pitches in answer to Mingus’ question, “if I said I just wanted to talk?”

“I’d say I didn’t think that was true.”

“I tried to text you. In that week after the party? To talk. Because…well…”

“I remember your messages.” Mingus looks down at something in their hands before they cast him a look of very deep shade. “How does it feel, being ghosted?”

Brodie’s stomach tightens up at that. Again he thinks of just riding right on away.

“Anyway,” Mingus goes on, a sassy note creeping into their voice and Brodie's stomach tightens up a little bit more, bracing. “So, maybe I finally moved on from you. Maybe I hooked up that night. And maybe I’ve been getting railed every weekend since by a very hot top who loves my drag so much, he started online-petitioning for me to start an OnlyFans account… No, wait… He started crowd-funding to buy Harris Reed for me to wear in my Drag Race audition video.”

Brodie actually chuckles. “Maybe you finally did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. That would be good. I’d be happy for you, Mingus. I’d be happy for Chickie.”

“No, I don’t… You always do that. The vagueness…” They sigh. “Just, never mind, Brodie, okay?”

“Vagueness?” He's stumped by that and he sighs too, feeling frustrated. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here, huh? Sitting outside by yourself? Looking upset? You don’t ever share things with me when you’re upset. You just keep sending me away. Was I really that bad? I mean, I know I was, but—”

“I just… I’ve… You’re not bad, okay? You know I never thought that, I was just… How can you stand there like that and tell me I don’t share things with you, Brodie? Fuck, I shared everything with you… Everything… Urgh, here.” They throw the thing they've been holding down onto the ground and it lands near the front wheel of his bike, on top of a pile of crunchy leaves in the gutter. “I found this shitty present from last month.”

Brodie sets down the bike, picks up the thrown thing, a little card, then sits down with it on the curb next to Mingus. He feels them shift towards him, closing the little gap Brodie left on purpose between them.

“Honey Island Kayak Swamp Tours,” he begins to recite from the colourful text on the front of the card. “You and one friend…explore the beauty of the swamp… Wow, not the word that comes to my mind when I think of swamps, but okay… So, what is this, a gift voucher? Someone got you a gift voucher? And you don’t want it?”

“Okay, you can give it back now.” Mingus makes a grab for the card and Brodie hands it over.

“You did throw it away,” he reminds them. “I’m guessing either this was given to you by someone who you hate, or you really don’t wanna go kayaking through a swamp… Which, I mean, I can totally understand—”

“Actually, I heard that tour is kind of nice,” Mingus says. “It’s up at Pearl River?”

“Oh… Okay… Well, if it’s like tha-at… I didn’t send you this, just so we’re clear.”

“I told you. You're not bad… I don’t hate you.” Mingus throws the card down on the ground by the leaves again. “It’s from my dad. I didn’t even know… He’s… Well, he doesn’t show up for anything, ever. Didn’t come to my birthday dinner last year. I guess my mom hid his present from this year.” They lift up one of the jacket’s lapels to reveal a little hidden pocket. “It fell out of this just now.” They pause for a moment, sounding weary when they speak again. “This jacket is my mom’s, I borrowed it. Still borrowing most of my drag stuff. I’ve made a couple of things but…well, sewing is fucking hard.”

“It’s a really nice jacket,” Brodie offers, taking in the way the colour of the leather sets off the warm tones in their hair and the unmistakable green of their eyes.

“I look good in it.”

Mingus bats their eyelashes at him and Brodie gives up a smile he just can’t help.

“Well, of course you do,” he says.

The compliment earns him a small smile back. “Brodie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really wanna know what was wrong that time at the party? I’m actually surprised you still remember that.”

The teardown party might have been months ago, but Brodie does still remember it clearly. Signing the purchase inside the club, buying the flight on his phone, talking to Bussey and then going backstage to find Mingus doing their drag makeup, eventually in tears. Everything that happened that night — that whole day — is still so clear in his mind because at the end of that day he had also laid his heart on the line for Ruthie, and in no uncertain terms. He had told her the truth.

Through the rain, they'd driven the two hours to Grand Isle after that, and spent two days and nights fucking each others brains out in a hotel overlooking the beach. But once Ruthie had returned to work on Monday, reality had set back in hard, and then they'd fought. And well does Brodie know now that there is nothing like trauma to make you remember everything leading up to that point. It had felt so hard to tell Ruthie the truth. To share everything. It had felt even harder, when she’d chosen to go back to Shar, to realise that was also the truth. Because it was hers.

“Only if you really want to say. Because, Mingus?” He takes a deep, steadying breath. “Bussey—”

“I have HIV,” they say, looking Brodie right in the eyes.

Briefly, he closes them. “I know,” he answers. And when he opens them again, Mingus looks visibly horrified.

“Wait… What? Bussey would never—”

“No… It wasn’t her. I… I had this really big fight with Ruthie… But I swear, she only knew because—”

“High school?”

He nods.

“Shit… Shit…”

“I tried to text you,” Brodie repeats, putting his hand over theirs and squeezing. “If I ever… Mingus, if anyone deserved to be ghosted back then, it was me. It probably still is me… It is still me, Shar called it, I’m a fuckup. And Mingus, I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to get tested,” they say in a small voice. “It was…after.”

He takes Mingus’ hand in both of his now and studies their nails, rubbing his thumbs along the close-cropped edges and then across the satiny finish of the light blue polish that is painted onto them today. “Well, we were safe… You and me… Don’t worry ‘bout that anyway, I take PrEP.”

“I never really knew about PrEP. Or PEP.”

Brodie frowns. “Don’t they teach that stuff in high school nowadays though?”

“I guess?” Mingus answers. “I dunno… I was never really there very much… I didn’t think I needed to know. Plus… Well, maybe it’s easier to do that stuff in like, college or something, you know?”

Brodie winces at the mention of college. Thinking about med school once in one day is too much, never mind twice.

“So, what are you doing now anyway?” he huffs, searching for a way to change the topic very quickly. “Apart from sitting outside puppet-theatres-come-drag-schools and wishing people didn’t gossip, or give you gift vouchers?”

Mingus gives a wry kind of laugh, which surprises Brodie a little bit, but pleasantly. “That’s not what I’m doing,” they say. “I don’t wish that anymore. Well…not the part about the gift voucher anyway.”

Brodie quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, no?”

“Nope.” They look Brodie right in the eyes again. “Not since I found a fellow fuckup to go with me.”

Brodie groans. “Oh…my god.” Then he chuckles and leans back on the curb, exhaling a long breath. “Mingus, no. No. I made Bussey a promise. I can’t go to this with you.”

“Why not? What was the promise?”

“I promised her that I’d be careful with you. And I need to be. I need to keep that promise.”

Mingus frowns. “But I’ve been on meds for over a year—”

“Not careful like that… I don’t mean… I mean careful like—”

“I’m nineteen now.” Mingus kicks the card with the toe of their sneaker. “Since last month.”

“I don’t wanna lead you on,” Brodie says, finally.

Mingus leans forward, picks the card up, and holds the coloured side up to Brodie’s face, pointing to part of the text printed on it.

“You wouldn’t be,” they say. “It clearly says friend on it, see? One friend… Not one boyfriend.”

Brodie rolls his eyes. “Do you even know how to kayak?”

Mingus grins. “Why? Do you?”

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#Mingus/Brodie #Modie #queer as folk 2022 #queer as folk 2022 fan fic #mf halloween bingo

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